As early as August, Walmart was stocking the garden shelves with Christmas decor. I wanted to lodge a complaint. Those decorations were a threat and I felt offended.
Must they assault me with holiday tacky in August?
I couldn’t even find the garden clippers which end up being outside buried next to the fertilizer. But I could find a singing santa! That should help with fall gardening.
Like a tsunami, they’re coming whether I like it or not
And I can’t stop them. Can’t get a year off either.
I’d like to skip those two months and the pain of losing Charles by suicide that goes with them. After Christmas, come the two dreariest months of the year, making it hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Worst of all, will I be able to endure people avoiding the topic of my son at the time of year I need to talk about him the most? It always makes me feel like he’s been erased. Yet it’s the time of year when everyone is the most averse to my grief. I have to work hard at not resenting that.
It’s not top of mind for everyone else and I know it shouldn’t be.
It’s only my second Christmas since Charles’ death
I had fantasies I wouldn’t feel as much dread this year. When I think about pulling out those ornaments, I’d rather light myself on fire.
I love the part where family gets together. But the endless “shopping days” leading up to it are days to be endured.
I think the problem is I don’t yet know where to put all the love I have for the one I lost. I have to have faith that one day I will. I’m just not there yet.